The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The jar was cracked. It had been for a week, a thin white hairline running down the side of the glass like a vein of quartz in bad rock. Elias didn’t mind the crack. He minded the smell. It was a sweet, rotting scent, like overripe peaches left in a hot car, and it clung to the back of his throat when he inhaled. He held the jar in his hands, the glass cold and slick against his palms. Inside,...

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